32. Aubree
THIRTY-TWO
“This is the most adorable place I’ve ever seen.” I sigh in awe, taking in the charming bed and breakfast the guys have taken me to. It looks like a cottage straight out of a fairy tale, surrounded by acres and acres of vineyards.
“C’mon,” Brody says, taking my hand in his. “Let’s get checked in. We have reservations for lunch.”
While he speaks to the woman at the front desk, Hayden and I walk around. When we stop in the main room with a gorgeous fireplace with huge comfy-looking reading chairs, I can’t help but imagine getting lost in a book here for hours with a coffee in my hand.
“What are you smiling at?” Hayden asks.
“If I were rich, I would build a room just like this. Only I’d have bookshelves lining the walls with all of my favorite books. I’d make myself a cup of coffee every night after the kids are in bed and lounge in one of those chairs, reading for hours.”
Hayden smiles softly and wraps his arms around me, his hands going straight to my butt. “And on the floor”—he juts his chin toward the fluffy rug in front of the fireplace—“Brody and I would lay you out and make love to you every single night.”
My core tightens at the thought, and I nod in agreement. “I want to be with you both this weekend,” I murmur so nobody can hear, “at the same time.”
“Ready?” Brody asks.
“More than ready,” I tell him.
Hayden chuckles and, threading our fingers together, tugs me away from the pretty room.
I expected our room to be in the cozy little cabin, so I’m surprised when Brody takes us out back and around the side, where I see several cottages just as adorable. The walls are white-washed wood, and cute royal blue shutters frame the windows with gorgeous flower beds perched under each one. There’s a wraparound porch with a porch swing, and more potted plants hang from the beams.
The interior is even cozier, with a good-sized country-style kitchen, comfy-looking couches in the living room, and a fireplace that’s just as big as the one in the main house. There’s even a plush rug in front of the fireplace. I glance at it and then at Hayden, who must know exactly what I’m thinking because his lips curl into the sexiest smirk.
There are three bedrooms and two bathrooms, but Brody insists we share a room—not that he has to because it’s a given. Just like I’ve been sharing a room with them for the past few weeks at their place.
“We have about an hour and a half or so before lunch,” Brody says. “If you want to freshen?—”
“What I want is to thank you for bringing me here,” I say, cutting him off. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, wanting him to know how much this all means to me. Ever since we’ve been together, regardless of the guys’ crazy schedule, they make it a point to put me… to put us first. It doesn’t matter how busy they are. They come home at a decent hour and spend the weekend with me.
When I went to their office to have lunch with them, Brody’s assistant made a comment that this is the first time in years she’s seen him take so much time off.
And a couple of days ago, when we had dinner with Brody’s parents again—this time with his siblings—Savy mentioned the same thing, thanking me for pulling them out of their work-induced fog. But what she doesn’t realize is that I didn’t have to pull at all—they do it on their own.
One night, when I asked them why they no longer work long hours, Brody simply said, “Why would we want to be in an office when we can be spending time with you?”
“You don’t have to thank us,” Brody murmurs against my lips. “We’d give you the damn world if you let us.” He presses his lips against mine for a soft kiss and is exploring my mouth when Hayden comes up behind me, resting his hands on my hips. He nips at my shoulder, then licks away the bite of pain.
“I want you both…now,” I groan as Hayden fists my hair and tugs it to the side, and Brody breaks our kiss, placing kisses along my jawline and then my throat. I let my head fall back against Hayden’s shoulder, and he sucks on my earlobe, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
“We need to wait until tonight,” Brody says, cupping my face. “If we get you naked right now, we’ll never make it to lunch.”
“Fuck lunch,” I breathe. “The only thing I want for lunch is you.”
Brazenly, I drop to my knees between them and stroke the bulges in their pants. They both release a groan in unison, spurring me on. Starting with Brody, I undo his pants and push them along with his boxer briefs to the floor. His cock is rock hard and stands at attention, and I give it a quick, open-mouthed kiss before I turn my attention to Hayden, removing his pants as well. His cock is also hard with a bit of pre-cum beading out of the slit, so I lean in and lick the head, tasting the saltiness before I take him all the way into my mouth.
While I’m sucking Hayden’s dick, I reach back and cup Brody’s ballsac, gently rolling them in my palms before I work my way up, stroking his cock up and down.
“Fuck, baby,” Hayden hisses as he fists the back of my head. With my mouth full of him, he tugs on my hair, and I glance up, our gazes colliding. “You look so beautiful like this,” he says reverently. “Can you go deeper?” He trails a finger down my cheek. “Can you take me all the way down that pretty throat?” His dirty words send liquid desire through my body, and I nod adamantly, wanting to please him.
I inhale and exhale a deep breath and then take almost his entire length into my mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag slightly.
“Jesus, you’re so goddamned perfect,” Hayden coos as I take him in deep over and over again, my eyes watering and tears dripping down my cheeks.
“That’s it,” he says when I damn near swallow him whole. “Fuck!” He pulls my head back, and my mouth pops off his dick. “Show Brody what you can do before I come down that perfect little throat.” Before I can do as he says, he reaches down and pulls my shirt over my head, exposing the new lace set I bought with Lacey the other day. Shopping with her is a lot more fun now that I have two horny men to shop for.
Seeing my new bra has Hayden grinning as his hand delves into my bra and pulls my breast out of the cup, pinching my nipple so hard it borders on pleasure-pain.
“Oh, God,” I breathe. “That feels so good.”
“Suck Brody’s cock, baby,” Hayden murmurs, his eyes filled with molten heat.
When I turn to give Brody my attention, I find that he’s stroking his cock since I let go of him, and when I take it from him, I give each of his knuckles a soft kiss.
He palms my face and kisses me softly. “I love you, sweetness.”
Butterflies erupt in my belly. How did I get so lucky that I have not one but two amazing men who love me? I almost feel greedy.
“I love you too,” I tell him. Then I glance at Hayden. “I love you both so much.”
Hayden leans in and nips my bottom lip, then my top. “Love everything about you,” he murmurs against my mouth before pulling back.
As I take Brody’s cock down my throat, he strokes my hair sweetly while Hayden tugs my shorts and panties down my legs.
“Sit on the couch,” Hayden tells Brody, who backs up and sits, while I follow, my fingers fisting his shaft. I take him back into my mouth and am deep throating him when Hayden tugs on my hair once again, forcing me to release Brody.
“Bend over this,” he demands gently, helping me stand and bend over the ottoman. I have no idea what’s going on, but I trust Hayden explicitly, so I don’t question him as my stomach hits the soft material and my ass pops up into the air.
“Good girl,” Hayden mewls, stroking the globes of my ass. “Go back to sucking Brody’s cock.”
I do what he says as his hand descends toward my pussy. He pushes a single digit in and curses. “Fuck, you’re practically dripping.”
Of course, I am. This is what they do to me. Ever since I met them, it’s like my libido has been in overdrive in the best way possible.
Another finger enters me, and then his thumb presses my sensitive clit. “Yes, right there,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”
“Not yet, baby,” Hayden says, removing his thumb and fingers and making me pout.
In the next beat, my panties are removed, and then Hayden’s large hands grip and spread my cheeks. His tongue swipes up the middle of my ass, stopping at the tight ringed muscle, and I groan, taking Brody deeper into my mouth.
“You want my cock in your ass?” Hayden asks, dripping cold liquid between my cheeks.
“Yes, please,” I beg, my voice raspy with want and desire. “Fuck my ass.”
I continue to give Brody head, licking up his shaft, sucking on his balls, and kissing the swollen head while he runs his fingers through my hair with one hand and pinches my nipples with the other.
Hayden pushes something cold and hard into my ass—a dildo, if I were to guess—and then starts to fuck me with it. “Damn, I’ve never been so jealous of a fake dick in my life,” he says, pushing it in and pulling it out several times before he pulls it out one last time and throws it to the side. Gripping my hips, he thrusts deep into my pussy from behind, nearly taking my breath away.
“Oh, God!” I yell, squeezing Brody’s dick as Hayden fucks me hard and fast. “Yes! Yes!” He feels so good inside me, hitting the most delicious spot that will cause me to explode… and then he pulls out.
“Hayden!” I hiss.
“Shh,” he says, widening my cheeks. The thickness of his head pushes past the tight ring of muscle, and I groan in both pleasure and pain.
“Brody, you ready to fuck our woman?” he asks, sinking deep into my ass.
“Fuck yes,” Brody replies.
Hayden pulls out, leaving me empty once again, and I sigh in annoyance, turned on and needing them.
“Straddle his cock,” Hayden says, giving my ass a playful smack.
Desperately, I scramble over the ottoman and climb onto Brody’s lap. Hayden must push the ottoman out of my way because he’s suddenly at my back, gripping the curves of my hips as I sink onto Brody’s shaft.
“How does that feel?” Brody asks.
“Like I’m stuffed full of a big cock,” I moan as he stretches me nice and good.
With a soft chuckle, Brody grips my face and presses his lips to mine tenderly. I’m so lost in the kiss that I don’t realize what Hayden’s doing until my ass is spread open and his long, thick cock enters me from behind. With Brody in my pussy and Hayden in my ass, I feel beyond full.
“Can you feel that?” Hayden asks as he starts to fuck my ass. I’m not sure who he’s talking to until he adds, “Can you feel my cock rubbing against yours?”
Brody groans into my mouth and then releases me. “I feel it,” he breathes. “Fuck, this feels so good.” He frames my face. “You okay, sweetness?”
“So good,” I breathe. “But I’d be even better if you’d make me come.”
Brody smirks and nods. “You got it, beautiful.”
The guys work in tandem, thrusting in and out of my holes.
Taking me higher and higher.
Brody massages my clit.
Hayden suckles on my heated flesh.
Brody kisses me.
And then Hayden goes deeper, his hands cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples.
And I explode, my walls clamping down on Brody’s cock and sending him soaring as well.
“That’s it, sweetness,” Brody moans. “Squeeze my cock.”
“Fuck, I can feel you both,” Hayden hisses. “Tell me I can come in your ass, Bree.”
“Yes!” I yell, the thought of my pussy and ass being filled with their cum causes my body to convulse harder.
My head drops onto Brody’s shoulder, and he strokes my back tenderly while Hayden leans over me, nipping and kissing my shoulder.
And at this moment, my heart has never felt so full of love. A couple of months ago, I was barely surviving, and now I’m thriving. And it’s because of these two. Because of their love.
The thought is both exhilarating and scary… because the last man I loved with my entire heart, I lost. And what I feel for Brody and Hayden in this short amount of time is already so strong that I can’t imagine how much deeper my feelings will run a year… or five years from now.
“I never want this to end,” I tell them out loud, needing them to know how I feel. “I don’t think my heart could handle it if I lost either of you.”
Brody lifts my chin and looks into my eyes, understanding the double meaning behind my words. “You’ll never have to worry about that,” he says. “Neither of us is going anywhere.”
“Fuck no, we aren’t,” Hayden adds.
When I don’t say anything, caught up in my own head and wanting so badly for them to be right and for nothing to ever come between us, Hayden grips my chin and tilts my head to the side, forcing me to look at him.
“Hey,” he says. “We’re. Not. Going. Anywhere. You hear me?”
I nod, but my eyes water, my emotions getting the better of me. When a tear leaks out and drips down my cheek, Hayden leans over and licks it up.
“You couldn’t get rid of us if you tried. We’re addicted to you, baby, and nothing and no one will take you from us. I promise.”
While I appreciate their sureness, unfortunately, sometimes things are out of our control. Peter promised me forever, and look how that ended.